I, who shake off Rena and the firefighter’s, stupidly dive into the roaring flames, somehow manage to arrive at a strange forest alone.
I force my way into the sea of flames, even then i managed to get into the kitchen, and grab the Santoku knife in my hands.
Right at that moment, the building let out a terrible sound and collapsed…... I, while roasted by fire and black smoke, was supposed to already be squashed with the Santoku knife
Yet, there is not even a single burn mark on my body.
And in my hand, there is the Santoku knife which should have burned with me.
“After all, Is this the place you can call the afterlife?”
When i try to pinch my cheek, as a matter of course, it hurts.
Of course it is. Wherever or whatever this is, It's clear that this is not a dream or illusion.
The sullen smell of deep grass.
The lukewarm and humid wind.
Feel of sweat running down the cheek.
The smooth texture of my shirosaya. (TL: in case you guys forgot. its the knife's scabbard/sheath)
This can’t be a dream or an illusion.
(TL : niodachi : http://im35a.estar.mbga.jp/0/054/416201054.jpg
It was, a silver colored machete.
(TL: 蛮刀 : machete i guess)